Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-06-24
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SW nat snail L 90 Win all tne DAYS anu nOufSs
That must be counted ere see thy facet
: std make caramels some of the
time.'' said Sue, fippantly, and swing
in hamock three hours day at least. :
!, ''Sue! Sue!'' came the voice from the
library. Daughter" SAID her mama,
pale, shrinking lady in a white wrap
per and pretty embroidered breakfast
cap. Now, don't get in a passion,
dearest doctor; let Susie see the tele-
gram. Oh, my dear, / fear something
terrible has happened. I had sort of
persentment; you know 1 was telling
you. Doctor" Ill.
''Fiddlesticks with your PRESENT.
mentsr' roared the doctor, a red-faced
old gentleman with a lot of blue-black
hair that stood up from his forehead
like porcupine bristles. Something
terrible, indeed, something disgraceful,
something dishonorable, something that
brings my gray hairs in sorrow to the
grave The doctor had not white
lock in his head, but his meaning was
apparent, if his language was fgura-
tive Il always said John was senti-
mental, tennis-playing idiot. Never
let me hear of tennis courts again. I
would not give cent for the whole of
the present generation. That wretch
ed college, with the professors and
their family life, family life indeed! /
knew John was good for naught, spoil
ed by his mo Their out of all conscience;
but to have disgraced himself, his fami-
ly, all of US! Not that l consider him
in the least to blame. He was always
the most punctilious, the most strictly
honorable, Quixotic creature. 1t was
the woman. of course. She is twenty
years older than he.''
mo, Papa" from Susie; "she's just
nineteen
Il know what I am talking about.
All college bellies are twenty years old
er than the men they elope with; and
he so trusting and so contiding! The
unhappy, hot-headed creature! to think
he has deceived this splendid, beauti-
full, wealthy girl under my roof! Why,
| almost felt like not sanctioning the
engagement, because taking place here,
it looked as if l maneuvred for it. I
vancouver! Great Cesar!''
"Hush, papa!'' said Sue, clasping his
arms as he frantically tore up and
down the room. "Giye me the mes
sage
YALE COLLEGE, Sept Is, 49,.
''John Lane and Lady will arrive at P. NJ.
Meet with carriage at station. Prepare sup
'Oh, mamma! it is true, then, he is
married; and if at Yale, to that Peters.
What shall we do? Poor Florence! she
is so devoted to him, it will kill her.
Oh, Jack! Jack! and to that scrubby
girl! Don't let them come here
mamma. I'll telegraph"
No, he shall come here " cried Jack
mother. 'Its terrible, but the poor
dear trusts and loves me. See, the
telegram is to me, and you can't ex-
pect me, doctor turning with some
violence on the almost insane father
''even you can't expect me to side
against the only boy have on earth.
"Come here,' said the doctor, al
most Gained by the excess Of passion in
his bond slave. "Of course he's coming
here; he's got no other place to go.
He hasn't married fifty thousand a
year. has he? But the question is, who
will break it to that splendid creature?
can't tell her; can't tell her-by
Jove can't! You 60, Sue, and break
it to her. G;ve her a hint. You wo-
men are clev.'r enough at inveigling,"
W tn a glare at wife and daughter that
made the very cap strings a]pitate.
''Tell her he's dead, and then he's is
married, that will ease her down a
bit
"Oh, don say such thing of my
poor darling!' cried his mamma, in
stant|y summoning up the image of the
recreant John pale, and beautiful in
death.
Whats all this commotion about?"
cried a fresh young voice. Some
thing about Jack, isn't it? Why. what
ails you all? He-is-not-dead-is
he?''
''Yes," said the doctor, nodding
violently, the appropriateness of his sug-
gestion almost stunning him; "dead
and buried. Oh no, my DEAR as he
saw the light die out of the proud,
pretty face. That's my way of break
ing it to you, He's-he's-. Tell her,
Sue, he's married. He is coming here,
of all places, with his bride tonight. in
a few hours, aad, of all people, that
beggarly Peters daughter, who is
twenty years older than he, Mrs. Lane;
know these college bellies. She is
twenty years older if she is day,
aud -"
'Read the telegram yourself, Flor
ence," said Sue, through her tears.
The Heroine stepped to the window
and stood in the recess for five minutes.
her back to the other three. ''Well"
she said presently.
''Well?" re-echoed the trio hanging
on her words.
'.He has been entrapped,'' said Flor
ence, looking tall and stern. Il blame
her entirely. She made him do it. I
always said she was the most maueuvr-
ing, deceitful-oh, my poor Jack!'
cried the Heroine, in burst of bitter
weeping.
Il hear the carriage coming Up the
avenue, Florence" said Sue, in low
voice. as she tapped at the door at
seven o'clock. ''Why, Florence. you
are perfectly lovely, all in white like a
bride, and with your diamonds on!
What lovely color in your cheeks,
too! Oh, dear. what made him do it?'
what made her do it?' said Miss
Maxwell, with set lips. ''Wait one
minute. Does my train sit in the back?
She will be dirty and dusty, the
little
Never mlnd; we will 60 down to
meet them
Sue trembled, aud Berries fifteen
year-old eyes were red with crying;
but they decended together. Your
train rustles just as Lady Macbeth
does in the sleep-walking scene," whis-
pered the youngest girl, and Florence
took a momentary comfort in this
momentous resemblance.
| The doctor and his wife were in the
Kali. tho cnrria oa stoonad. tho Ionr